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"Counter productive indeed. I'm trying to protect you, not kill you," she laughed, and finally regained control of her hand - Stop hand. Pretty hair is pretty, yes. Now stop - which she placed beside her. She was still seated on the air unit. She'd totally forgotten that at this point. Okay, so maybe she wasn't really flying. It had been a nice self-disillusion, anyway.

"So there was never any neeeed for you to worry," she teased. "After all, you weren't the one being an overbearing, annoying, guard-dog," Bell finally voiced her worry, that her actions caused. She got that sheepish look again, "You said it yourself - we haven't known each other that long. Some would say that it's too short a time to have formed that kind of..um...devotion. But... Well..." she shook her head, dismissing all that, and looked back up with a bright smile, "I'm really glad." To have you, to have met you, all that.

Simply accepting things wasn't something that came easily to bell. Usually she needed the reasons, the how, the why, behind anything and everything. However, this was one of the rare occasions when she can agree to simply accept things as they were.
And oh dear lord if he meant 'better' as in proper, knowledgeable, and whatnot, she probably would have at least given him a light shove to the edge of the building. because the first person that came to mind was Howl Wickham, and just ugh... no. Bell would take clueless any day. Hells to the no. Bell might have gone to Crystal Academy, but somehow she had missed the lessons about propriety and social mannerisms of the aristocratic.

"If you think you're clueless, you obviously haven't seen me try and operate my computer," Bell laughed. Technologically challenged was she. "But, even so, I think I'll survive whatever cluelessness it is you throw my way."

Yup. He could handle the technology and she could make sammiches like a good woman. For some reason the Amazon did not question this sexist thinking. A PARADOX! OMAI!!
All in all, Bell was glad to hear him laugh, really laugh. It truly did brighten her own smile.

"Oh hey - henshining with the wrong pen doesn't work just...for future reference. Tried it. Waste of time." And it really hadn't been on purpose! She simply didn't trust leaving his pen at her house. However, at that time she didn't exactly have the best light to tell whose pen was whose. So yeah. Already debunked that one. Bell shared her embarrassment, hoping maybe it would bring about some amusement.

"On the flip-side, however, I doubt you'd find my outfit too enjoyable." Bell giggled, "And if it makes you feel any better, you have the best fuku out of any of the male senshi I've seen yet!" Granted she hadn't seen many. He didn't need to know that, though. Flattery. Take it. "Best looking by far." Okay, was she still talking about the fuku? Again. Flattery. Take it.

True, summer probably wouldn't be his funnest of months on senshi patrol, but there were many months until then, and who knew how his fuku would change as he got stronger. She certainly hadn't been prepared for the change in hers. At least it wasn't as outrageous as some. Seriously, some of the senshi she'd seen, Bell wondered how they could even fight.

Bell blushed a bit. At least he hadn't mentioned the view he'd gotten at the cafe. She probably would have turned into a tomato.

"Mmm, well, you guys certainly are out numbered. At least you're not the only one on the team though. Thank goodness for small miracles, ne? So long as you guys don't pick up any pimp hats and canes," She laughed. It seemed when ever a boy would break in from Hillworth or somewhere, that's what they'd do.
Bell was certainly thankful, though. If there was one problem Crystal Academy had, it was too much estrogen in one concentrated area. Of course, maybe the Basterds were pushing it with their number of menshi. After all, they had three now, right? Pyxis counted as a guy, right? Although the first time she'd seen Pyxis she had a gender identity crisis moment.

If gravity had anything to do about it, booty shots were inevitable. All the more reason for him to patrol with her every once in a while once he was 100% better again, right?

Bell giggled, "How very noble of you." Though she probably wouldn't have said that if she knew about the previously mentioned incident. And likewise, princess help the team mate that didn't happen to notice the invisible flashing MINE sign. Bellatrix walked tall and carried a big pointy stick. They didn't want any of that.

One of these days, though, Bell could easily foresee him becoming the stronger senshi. And that was all just as well. Until then, though, see again the stick commentary. Bitches beware. Especially blue haired ones with moose horns.

"Black and blue," Bell said with a nod and a grin. She supposed that could go for both of them though, looking at their color scheme, "It's the best way to leave an opponent - besides dusted, that is." Somehow, despite them being evil, she had a problem with killing Negaverse officers, They were human after all. Right? They looked human enough.

"Sometimes being the white knight is over-rated anyway. I'll take mine with a few dints and bruises," she smiled, nudging him lightly in a somewhat playful manner.

But oh dear, the talk of armor. That wound was probably still a rather angry shade of red, but healing. A royal b***h to patch up, but she'd managed.

"Ah, yes! Indeed, broken arm as well."

It must have been quite aggravating for him; writing was impossible, video games - at least to her understanding - must have been impossible, getting dressed, cooking~ Aside from being bored out of his mind, Bell could only imagine the frustration.

"Well, if you ever need an extra hand around the house, cooking, cleaning, feel free to call. I've totally had a baking urge," well, urge to learn baking anyway- "and could use a guinea pig for some of these recipes."